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Karl Barowsky

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A very warm welcome to all our clients, friends and future customers.

 For once we have all enjoyed a pleasant, warm and mostly dry Summer.  I see the Hawthorn and Rose Hips are abundant as I drive around our green and pleasant land.  A sign of a harsh Winter, maybe.  Anyone feeling their seaweed, looking at the Pine Cones?  Speaking of cones I was given the largest cone I have ever seen, (gigantic is not the word to describe this monster) from one of our clients.  I understand they have to remove them to avoid the falling ones killing somebody.  We are hoping the seeds might germinate and create little monster trees – that said I will never see this happen in my lifetime.  Over to my sons Adam and Ben to manage the project. 

Grass is cut, Koi are still growing, The trotters are in the freezer, our Jacob Sheep have proved to be, as my dad once put it “messy and troublesome beasts” polite version!! Still we have Charlie our three week old baby ram to show for the efforts. Moorhens have hatched and raised their family, the foxes are decimating our chickens, our Buzzards are searching the newly mown field likewise the Barn Owls and Kestrels.  The demon killer of the garden ( Sparrowhawk ) still flashes through the trees grabbing the hapless sparrows that seem never to know what actually hit them.

We have this year been busier than over the past few, a sign I hope for us all that things are starting to improve?  Thank you for the loyalty you wonderful people out there offer.  We never take that for granted and as always strive to exceed your expectations and meet every requirement. Integrity, care and appreciation still are in my company, alive and kicking.

If you are still, and I am sure you are, gardening and fancy a last minute special purchase of some of the very finest TEAK, OAK, IROKO or SWEET CHESTNUT garden furniture money can buy give us a call.  Sorry to mention it but – Christmas is not that far away.  You can start saving up for a really special armchair for the old man, a cuddly companion set for you both or a superbly comfortable bench to place in your special spot in the garden.  A handmade Childs Armchair or Bench scaled perfectly. Add a message from Grandparents. Kept indoors these little jewels will last for hundreds of years and can be passed from generation to generation.

Can we please start a little ‘TRADITIONAL’ recipe club?  My mum always used to make a wonderful 1” thick Shortbread, Piccalilli to die for, my dad, Horseradish that made you cry just walking into the room whilst it was being grated on the kitchen table and so many more. Ginger Beer a living thing that looked like something from Quatermass on the kitchen windowsill. Pickled eggs that do not look either anaemic or as brown as conkers.  Jamie Oliver and High Fearnley-Whittingstall what’s his name seem, among others to try to sort these traditional dishes so come on folks we have some time before the festive season kicks in let’s create a few jars of real quality pickles to go with our British Cheeses.

As a reward the top 5 recipes each week will receive a Magic bottle holder with my compliments. This will get your friends talking around the table or place on the windowsill as a Red Wine warmer.

I apologise for this great gap since my last ramblings you decide more or less? Have a great late Summer, go gather the fruits of Autumn and most importantly Laugh daily, Smile often and speak to other people kindly, who knows they might just smile and answer you back.

Warm regards. 


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